I started walking August 18th, 2006. The end goal was noble and my intentions were good. I actually completed this task back then, but not really. I knew that there was work left undone.
I started over this year. There were more set-backs this time, but they were external. They were not within myself.
Amy passed away on December 27th, 2008.
On August 21st I set out with a friend I met in the third grade, her husband, his mother, and two women I had just met a few weeks before. We are the only visible part of Amy's Army. We started at the head of a column of 2500 people at 7:30 in the morning in the rain and in tears. We walked and rode, asked for help, sped up, slowed down, shed our rain gear, applied sunscreen, laughed, ate, took care of ourselves and each other and told stories.
If you want to get technical about it I walked 25 miles by about 9:00 AM Saturday August 22nd, but I kept going. I walked 60 miles on the official route over 3 days. As I walked along I found the strength to keep walking.